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We're expecting a new batch of internees tomorrow.

Well, perhaps they'll know something.

Marion!

I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me.

Good, Dominica found you. Yes, I've ruined my best shoes doing so. She said

was urgent.

I want to see you.

Where?

Upstairs in your room.

No, Dominica, not for a moment. If I must, I have to change my shoes.

Let that wait. There's a good girl.

She'll want to be on her own for a while.

Look at you.

Thought you were dead. They couldn't trace you.

Bungling idiots got the wrong Jefferson.

I'm with intelligence now.

Just arrived from Candy.

Are you all right?

Me? Yes.

What about you?

Oh, I'm fine.

And Ben?

Flourishing. Your mother, too.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God. Oh, thank God. Thank God.

I don't know why I'm crying.

I've never been so happy in my life.

You mean he's alive?

Yes. Of course, I guess where Phyllis asked me to fetch Miriam, but I wanted

surprise her.

Where are they?

Upstairs.

That's why I came in here, to allow them to be private.

I'm so glad for her.

Yes, she is fortunate.

She will not have to face the sorrows of widowhood as some of us must.

I put on a brave face, but it is not easy.

No, it's healthy.

Inside, I bleed.

It would be simpler if one did not have to do battle with the law.

First, we must have proof that he is dead, they say.

Of course. He's dead. He died in the first year. Was he not in the same camp

Sally's husband, and like him, missing from the list of survivors?

Major, on which list?

War with Thoreau. Exactly.

What more evidence do they want?

If they look for a grave, they will look forever.

It's as if he was just thrown into the earth with a makeshift cross.

Perhaps.

I plan in time to commission a memorial to him.

Something fitting for a van mayor.

If it's settled, I can do nothing.

You're not short of money.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Unfortunately, I have my own personal shopping account.

It is just a temporary inconvenience.

In all this chaos, you would think they had something better to do than to give

additional distress to a sad widow.

I wonder where my Colonel Jackson is this evening.

She left Singapore once.

A couple of days after you.

There were important documents to get out.

Our ship was torpedoed, went down in the Banker Straits.

I was picked up by a junk and made it to Java, and from there I got home,

eventually. To England?

Once there, I was seconded to intelligence, Far East planning. All the

were in England.

Well, they needed chaps with a knowledge of Malaya.

So you saw Ben?

Good deal of him.

Until I was posted to India at the end of last year, I was in on the planning

the recapture of Rangoon.

What's he like?

Has he changed much?

See for yourself.

That was taken last year.

He's so tall.

He's grown even more since then.

His voice has broken, too.

He's a man.

You'll be proud of him. He's doing splendidly at Wellington.

He's in the Colts.

Oh, Clifford.

I've changed even more.

You look just the same to me.

Liar.

Well, nothing that a few months' rest won't rectify.

When they said that you were among the survivors, I didn't know what to expect.

I'd seen some of the men.

Oh, God, yes.

I suppose they took it out on you in other ways.

Don't let's talk about that.

So you thought I was dead.

We heard that your ship had been sunk. I told myself that you'd make it, but

after a year when there'd been no word... Oh, they wouldn't let us write

letters.

Bastards.

Is Vicky with you?

No.

No, she was drowned in 41.

Jack has been informed.

Oh, my poor sweet.

What you've been through.

The others will be back soon.

We can't stay here.

It's all right. I had a word with that Raqui woman. There are some rooms vacant

until tomorrow.

She's arranging for us to have one.

It'll be the first time in three and a half years I'll have slept in a room on

my own.

You won't be on your own.

No, I meant without the others.

It'll be the first time in three and a half years that I haven't slept on my

own.

Well, when can we go up?

Soon. They'll be moving into another room.

Well, not there's much point of going to bed.

The others will only wake us up.

Maggie and Co. crashing in. That's true.

They won't let me go with them, but they don't mind keeping me awake half the

night.

Not long now, and you'll be back home with a room of your own.

Yes, I can't wait.

You're going to England, too, aren't you? I hope to.

To join your dashing lieutenant.

Who told you about that?

His family, I think. Or one of the others.

You know how things get around. Yes, I do.

I think it's terribly romantic.

I don't think. I don't even know if he's alive yet. Sure he is.

He'd be like that Dorian woman, though.

Hey, what's all this about with Mr. Jefferson?

He turned up here this evening.

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, there's Cherry.

Hello, Cherry.

Hello. What sort of shapes clip it in, did Phyllis say?

Phyllis and Phyllis, according to her.

Apparently, he got over to England early on and spent most of the time in the

War Office.

Another banana, Colonel.

Brigadier now.

Oh, yeah, they'll promote him for sitting on his backside.

Probably give him a medal, too.

Well, the ones who really went through it, what'll they get? A song from Gracie

Field.

Sorry.

I've been helping out on the wards. I can't sit by Tom's bed all the time.

How would he today?

The same.

Just lies there.

Seen worse than him pull through, but they've made an effort.

I suppose they had an incentive.

He's got you.

Doesn't seem to be enough.

I talk to him about the future, what we'll do, where we'll live, but he

respond.

What he can think about is that friend of his back in camp.

He just keeps asking me to find out what's happened to him. But you can't.

found out, all right. I just can't bring myself to tell him.

He's dead, then. Worth.

His mind's gone. He's in with the mental cases. Oh, no.

It's a wonder more of them have gone on again.

Phyllis has found them a room.

That's right.

Funny without Marion tonight.

Oh, Pacey, he's not complaining.

Who said something about a celebration drink? And we thought Mrs Dunlap and I

came. Wouldn't hurt her to jump up for once.

You're the only one who used to marry me. You'll see they had a string of

wealthy suitors.

Just a moment.

You're back.

I thought you might like to find all around me to celebrate Clifford

return. And seeing as you didn't buy one at the Chesterby. And seeing as we're

all skint. So, how about it? Mine's ginseng. I think you've had enough to

already. Oh, that's when we're getting out of it. It's hardly my fault if

spent all your money.

You mean the pig.

Perhaps he's saving up for that party she's going to give us.

Such manners.

Still, what can you expect from girls of that sort?

Surely they used to make up for the girls in the UK.

I'm afraid so.

It's only now and then.

Food and cigarettes.

Maggie, perhaps.

And she got us medicines, too.

But Dorothy was, shall we say, more personally involved?

No. Really?

Certainly at one time. You weren't in our second camp, were you, Alice?

No. I could tell you some stories.

About Dorothy?

Go on, we won't say anything.

This is in the strictest confidence you understand.

She was very...

Fenty was one of the guards there.

Oh, yeah.

I remember someone telling Mummy.

Don't you get the English?

Well, of course, that night had been all there was to it.

A bit of jungle juice?

Yeah. Right then.

Oh, lovely.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

To Marion and the Cone Brigadier. Good luck to you.

See what I wouldn't give to be here tonight.

Maggie. Well, just think, three and a half years to make up for.

We're just out of practice.

It's a night of all nights.

Never mind.

Be all right tomorrow, when we're in our own bed.

You think we should go back?

Don't you?

I gather the place is habitable.

Yes, I think so. I didn't go inside.

You don't want to stay here, surely?

It's like a railway station.

No, but...

No, of course not.

Is it the thought of those Japs living there?

Oh, no, it's not that.

It's just... It's nothing.

You know I want to go home more than anything else in the world.

We'll feel more relaxed, eh?

It's enough just to be close.

I'm

surprised

Clifford didn't know me. I hardly recognize myself.

I wonder he knew me.

The only thing is, I can see a look of father.

That's disconcerting.

Came up to say goodbye.

It's not goodbye, Beatrice, isn't it?

Well, I'll be up the road.

Remember in the camp?

They fell by the wayside.

It's like that now.

First you.

Maggie and Dorothy will be moving out.

They'll be shipping us all off.

What have you decided?

Well, I'll go back home for form's sake. That's where I'll take advantage of the

free passage.

Then I'll come back here, take up my old job.

Nothing to stop me now I've got the heaths.

I haven't considered staying on in England.

There's no point.

I specialised in tropical medicine.

Besides, I haven't got any ties.

Father and I like chalk and cheese.

Never close to my sister.

We've got nothing in common.

Perhaps if we'd been stuck in a prison camp together.

You're more of a sister to me than she'll ever be.

Oh, bitches.

Excuse me, please.

Yes? We met in the dining room early on.

I was in the same camp as Marion.

Of course, I'm sorry. I used to know someone in your regiment.

Simon Treves.

I wondered if... Young Treves, yes. I saw him quite recently.

He's in India now.

He's alive, then? Oh, very much so.

He was wounded a couple of years back. Nothing too serious.

Ah, there you are, Marion.

Here, let me take that.

Turned out a blessing in disguise.

Married one of the mercies.

Well, it's goodbye, Christina.

Goodbye. Thank you, Bridget.

Ready? Who were you talking about?

Oh, she was asking you about a young chap in the regiment.

Sandy Treve, son.

And he's married?

Nice girl.

Related to the Frobishers. Do you remember Polly and Felix? Poor

Oh, Lord, was there something going on there? I think there was some sort of

understanding, yes.

Hell, never entered my head.

She's probably well out of it.

Seldom works.

whites and wongs and all that.

Car's outside.

He did say ten, didn't he?

He had an appointment down the docks first thing.

I'm going to have to do something about transport. We can't keep on cadging

lists, Jake.

We can get some bikes.

Yeah.

Oh, where are you off to? Another affirmation with lover boy.

If you're referring to Stephen Wentworth, I can tell you one thing.

slight better company than you lot.

Good morning, Jake. Good morning.

Hello.

Sorry to keep you.

Tell me, was that Marion I saw outside, getting into a Lagonda?

Yeah, probably.

It was her husband last night.

Spend it.

She must have been relieved.

Moving back into their house, are they?

I bet they won't have to scrub it out, neither.

No, it appears to be in immaculate condition.

All right for some. You ought to call round there sometime.

Clifford Jefferson will probably put some work your way.

Here is a girl after my own heart.

I've imagined this so many times.

Coming home.

No.

Coming home with you.

When I came back on my own the other day, it was awful.

I was at my lowest ebb.

Dola was so different.

You saw Dola?

Oh, yes.

But he wasn't like our old Dola. He was hostile, almost.

I suppose they'd worked on him.

They've left quite a legacy of anti -British feeling amongst the natives.

What about the other servants? Mina, Joe, old May?

There wasn't a sign of anyone else.

Probably goners.

You heard about the massacres.

20 ,000 Chinese slaughtered in the first few days.

Yes.

We'll get them.

The bastards responsible.

For that and all the other atrocities.

That's what I shall be doing from now on.

Coordinating war crime investigation.

What was the name of your commander?

Yamouchi. Well, he's been top of my list.

What are we looking at? Where do we start?

Well, at least we've left the shutters.

Jake doesn't waste any time, does he?

What am I doing all of this?

Perhaps he fancies one of us.

Tell you what, I wouldn't mind obliging.

Ow!

A shot.

Just think, once you get this place fixed and sleeping, we'll be free.

Really free.

I know freedom at ruffles. I felt freer in the camp.

I think that filly's breathing down our next bear.

I think the bad cleared worse.

I'll never forget the beginning when we arrived at our first camp.

Yours must have been as bad.

I don't know. I can't remember. That's still a blank.

You don't remember any of it?

Not really.

Not after Dennis was shot.

Not even Violet.

Nellie had to look after her.

Poor little love.

Her nursery was in there.

We had it all done up.

Little pink rabbits.

Oh, that was another life.

That was a different person.

You know, if Dennis hadn't been killed, if he'd been here now, I wouldn't know

how to talk to him.

Oh, what did you talk to him about before?

Nothing.

Well, you know, domestic stuff.

Mules, clothes, Violet.

I talk more to Shinya than I ever did to Dennis.

I was like a child myself then, really. Well, you've certainly learnt to look

after yourself.

In the camp, yes.

I'll go and sell these buckets.

All seems to be in order.

Just as we left it.

Yes.

Have to hand it to the blighters.

Everything's so clean.

No doubt they had plenty of servants.

But it's a month since they left.

Do you think there'd be some dust?

Oh, the golden treasury.

Were there books in the camps?

Some. The ones in our luggage.

I had a copy of Biggles I was taking home for Ben.

How about paper?

Were you allowed that?

Not officially, but I managed to scrape enough together for my diary.

You kept a diary?

Yes.

It got burned.

By the Japanese.

Pity. Could have been useful.

What was that?

Sounded like someone upstairs.

Tom!

Hello there.

It's May.

May?

Welcome home, ma 'am.

Oh, May.

So that explains the dusting. You still had your key.

Yes. When I hear they go, I come in each day through back.

I know you will return.

Thank goodness you're the same.

I saw Dola the other day.

Dola much change.

How about meeting Joe?

I don't know. They go up country when the Japanese come.

Well, at least we have you, May.

Did you have a bad time?

Oh, it is not easy for my people.

Your sons?

Both are dead.

Oh, may I'm sorry.

They are killed by the Japanese soldiers from Hiroshima.

That'll be their fifth division.

They massacred thousands.

Now God sent bomb to punish them.

Master Ben, is he safe?

Yes, in England.

Do you see him?

No, I haven't. Twan has. He was over in England.

For some of the time, yes.

And you, ma 'am?

In one of the camps.

Oh, then you have suffered much.

I see what happened in Changi.

May, the first thing I want you to do is to line up some servants to replace

Dola and the others.

Yes, John. No, Clifford, I'd rather not. I can manage with just May.

Nonsense. Of course I can.

Well, if only for a while. It isn't as if we'll be entertaining on any scale.

Well, but there's the laundry and cooking and... Good Lord, I've been

dance. I had more than that for the last few... In the camp, we did all our own

cooking and cleaning.

Yes, well, you're not in the camp anymore.

From now on, she's not going to lift a finger, is she, May?

Not one.

From now on, you're going to be spoiled.

Right, girls.

You wait here. I'll see about your rooms.

Soon be able to put your feet up.

Could you telephone the other hotels right away?

Right. More arrivals?

More than we bargained for. There's another lorry load behind.

Where are they from?

War area.

Must have been crawling with camps.

Every time we think the N's in sight, they unearth another one.

It's the only thing I can do.

Be a Brit and go and chat to them while I chase up some extra beds here.

Excuse me.

Please. Hello.

Welcome to Raffles.

My name's Mason, Beatrice Mason.

I gather we were in neighbouring camps.

They got us out about a week ago, so we've had time to acclimatise.

Don't worry.

Soon get used to it.

I suppose none of you have come across a nurse called Nellie Keane?

I know that, but if you could, just ask.

It won't be long now.

That woman over there, she's Dr. Mason, isn't it?

That's right.

She looks so much older.

We were in the same camp for a while.

Oh, jolly good. Well, you know the others, then?

The rest of that group are here, too.

Their leader, Marion Jefferson, was, but she's just joined her husband.

There's Joss Holbrook. You probably remember her. A bit of a character.

And let me see. Is there a girl called Dorothy?

Why not, God?

We'll have a grand old time.

I'll think about it.

I can't ship the bloody stuff.

Nothing to think about.

You don't want to go back to England, neither do I.

They expect me to be what I'm not anymore.

Well, you can be whatever you want. You can be yourself.

Whatever that is.

You can find out.

We wouldn't have to pretend about anything.

There'd be nobody telling us what's good for us.

I'd have to get a job.

But you'd be too hard.

I've never done a proper job.

My father didn't believe in women working, neither did Dennis.

Oh, me.

I was at the mill when I was 14.

Bloody, thankless grind that was, too.

Well, there must be something.

Oh, is that all?

I'm struggling.

I wish I had Jake somehow.

That's what I'd really like to do.

Well, you're in a deal.

Exciting.

Now, wouldn't it? Taking risks all the time.

Oh, me.

I'd rather be more settled.

I've something behind me. We'd have the bungalow.

You would.

Did you hear what I just heard?

He can't have gotten already.

Monty!

Now, if I tell you something, do you promise not to breathe a word?

What about Dorothy?

All right.

I can't tell you it. Come outside.

Well, look, you know what Miss Van Mare was saying about her in that jab?

My man does exaggerate. No, but it's true.

The women arrived today who were in that camp, and most of all, one of them told

me something else. Well, he didn't actually tell me.

Gossiping, as usual.

You get blisters on your tongues.

Beanpole. They're getting back to diving.

Alec and the chum gossiping in the passage.

Boredom set in, no doubt.

What's happened to Marion's bidding?

Well, they took it for the new internees.

Oh. Anyone amongst them we know?

A couple from the second camp.

Enid Trotter.

Foster Child.

Oh, yes.

And Madge Pritchard.

Sour -looking creature, always complaining. That's the one.

First, Phyllis wanted to put her in here.

Holy smoke.

Luckily, she preferred to remain with her own group.

Never did approve of us.

Oh, let me get these.

Boots off.

Something up?

Nanny's dead.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Belted in my bones, but one goes on hoping.

Yes. It was the same with me and Monica.

See, the stupid thing is she only died three months ago. She saved umpteen

herself and...

They just had some quinine. She might have made it.

So unfair!

Fairness doesn't come into it.

Didn't then, doesn't now.

Stephen's desperate for penicillin for his people.

Can he get any through the official channels?

Oh, no.

Brits first and bugger the natives.

Are you sure you can't help?

Sorry, what?

We need...

Penicillin. Jake Halter was saying the same thing. Yes, I heard him. Seems it's

like gold dust. Must be if he can't get any.

Maybe with your contacts.

What contacts?

Different if I was back in harness.

Any news on that front?

Yes, I'm going to see the administrative board tomorrow.

Maybe you could have a word in here, dear. I don't even know him.

Some military appointment.

Oh, strange faces.

Nothing is as it was.

Well, at least things are working out for Marion.

Did they... In the camps, did they ever touch

you?

No, never.

Not me.

Others?

There was an incident at our first camp.

The men concerned were punished.

Other than that, they never forced anyone to. Some didn't need forcing, I

say.

Many were there.

What?

Collaborators.

There was a leader at our second camp.

She's dead now.

Well, there must have been another.

There were women who were friendly with the guards.

But that was all. They never betrayed the rest of us.

As far as you know.

Only one did that.

Lillian Cartland.

Johnny Cartland's wife?

The one you were at school with?

Yes. God.

She did it to get food for Bobby.

I hope they hushed that up.

Oh, yes.

They were bundled onto one of the first ships out before we even arrived, the

rapidly officer told me. Just as well.

No joke being a collaborator now.

No.

Lillian Cartland.

Tell me about it.

No, please. I'd rather not.

I want to forget that.

You seem so fragile.

I'm afraid of hurting you.

I'm not that fragile.

I don't want to be a killjoy, but I wouldn't go out until

you know the ropes.

And then not on your own. There's a lot of riffraff around.

And do hang on to your purses.

Now, I've got some forms here that want filling in. Probably going to take most

of the morning.

Same old platter.

You off to the hospital?

Yeah, just waiting for Bea. She's going up there too.

You want to get a bite like me and Doc.

Hey, what's that now?

You! Come on, Doc.

The sooner we move into the bungalow, the sooner we get out of this nut house.

Come on, Donna.

Take people in.

I'll get ready.

Oh, that's all right.

Are you feeling nervous?

Anybody would think I was going for my first interview. Never mind trying to

my old job back.

Now, remember what I said.

Take it easy.

I really can't imagine why you bothered to get up.

I've lost the habit of lying.

It'll soon come back.

I hope you have a good day.

Be a busy one.

Ship loads of prisoners pouring in.

I'll see you this evening.

Bye.

Wonderful job you medicos did in the camps.

We did what we could.

Some invaluable research carried out, too.

Splendid effort.

We are proud of you all.

Thank you.

To get back to the question of my future.

Ah, yes.

No doubt you've had time to think about your plans.

More than enough.

You'll be going home, I take it?

Well, for two or three months.

But I'd like to resume my old post in the new year.

I realise that the colonial office is dealing with organisational matters, but

recommendation from this end would obviously go a long way. Let me get this

straight. You wish to return here to work?

Yes, if I'm wanted, that is.

It's not a matter of wanting, Doctor.

God knows we need all the European staff we can find, particularly people of

your calibre.

But do you really think it would be worth it?

How do you mean?

It would only be for a limited period, after all.

Well... Not due for retirement yet, if that's what you mean.

It may look a bit decrepit, but I've got about two years... No, I wasn't

thinking of your official retirement, Dr Mason, but rather of your enforced one.

What?

I'll be frank.

How long do you think you could continue working under the circumstances?

Wouldn't it be better if you... Under what circumstances?

What are you talking about?

Just your general state of debility.

Could it happen I shall be fit by the new year?

Unless you know something that I don't.

It's to do with my eyes, isn't it? All those tests you gave me.

What is it?

I think it would be better if you saw the consultant, obviously.

There's something wrong I want to know, here and now.

I really don't feel I'm... Good God, man, I'm a doctor. I don't need

Please, tell me.

You had better see for yourself.

I could keep myself.

I took it you'd been informed.

There's no note to the contrary.

Thank you.

I can't tell you how sorry I am, Dr. Mason.

And that you should have heard like this.

I imagine they thought it was better to wait until I was... What's that

expression?

Psychologically equipped to deal with the blow.

I won't keep you any longer. I still need to reconsider my future.

Morning.

Nay, let me do that.

No, ma 'am. Twan say you must do nothing.

You rest.

It's all right, May.

Hello, Jake.

Hello again.

I was out this way, thought I'd call by.

Oh, do come in.

I've heard about your husband.

I want to see how glad I am.

Thank you.

Oh, sit down.

You certainly look a bit brighter than you did the other day.

I feel it.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Oh, to the contrary, I was at a bit of a loose end.

Your husband's not here, then?

No, he had to start work at once.

They've got a job on their hands.

If I can be of any use to him... Any labor difficulties?

Transport problems?

I'm sure he'd be grateful.

Meanwhile, perhaps I can be of use to you.

I was on my way back into town. Would you like a lift over to Raffles?

Oh, thank you.

Oh, hello.

Phyllis said you were up here. Everybody else seems to be out.

How are you?

It seems ages since you went.

Yes. It was only yesterday.

I wanted to see you particularly.

I'm sorry about Simon Treves.

At least he's alive.

Did I know how you feel? I was so naive to believe him.

Men like that don't marry, Chi -Chi.

He probably thought you were dead.

Clipper thought I was.

He still waited.

I've decided not to go after all.

To England?

Not for the moment, anyway.

We have till December to commit ourselves.

I thought I'd get a job for now. Phyllis says they're short of clerical staff.

Clifford might be able to help.

I know his department need people who can speak Japanese.

They're dealing with the war crime investigations.

Do you think Yamouchi will be brought to Singapore?

I imagine so.

He could be here already.

Yes.

In some ways, he was a good man.

Dr. Mason.

I thought it was you.

Oh, looky there.

A bit off the beaten track, aren't you?

Yes, I was taking a walk.

It's not very wise, not on your own.

Let me give you a lift back to Raffles.

No, thank you. Come on, I've got a call in at the Goodwood Park. No, really.

Marion would never forgive me if I allowed anything to happen to you.

Sometime I'd like to have a word with you officially.

Hmm?

About the conditions of your camp and treatment of the women.

Surely Marion's the one to talk to. Marion seems reluctant to talk about it.

Colonel Smith has told me to say it.

Besides, as their doctor, you are best qualified to give us information.

We were in three different camps, Argus.

I gather they were all under the same commandant.

Major Yamauchi.

Yes.

What was he like?

I hold him directly responsible for the deaths of over a hundred women and

children and the permanent disablement of many more.

When they finally surrendered, he opened up the store cupboards and they were

full of drugs, medicines, vitamins, all the things we'd been crying out for.

Most of them need never have died.

Dr. Mason.

If necessary, would you be prepared to witness against him?

Bye. See you later.

Hello, Beatrice.

Oh, hello.

How did your interview go?

Oh, fine.

Everything's fixed up, is it?

Well, a certain amount of red tape to be sorted out. Oh, just for a change.

So how was your day? I don't know.

Oh, Tom's not worth.

I think for some people.

That Colonel Smithers came round the ward collecting evidence, never mind the

state they were in. If it helps to put people like Yamauchi behind bars, then

I'm all for it. He even tried to question Tom.

Well, I soon put pay to that.

And whose orders was he acting under?

Clifford bloody Jefferson.

I don't think you should criticise Clifford for attempting to bring a

like that to justice. This is others you could question. Aren't you prejudging

Yamauchi? What do you mean?

calling him a criminal before he's even been tried.

We know what he did, Christina. We don't even need to have a trial. But he was

acting under orders from the high command.

Often he showed kindness. To you, maybe.

Not just to me. Not to the dying. Not to the sick. That's true.

Some of us will bear the scars of his inhumanity for the rest of our lives.

He was a sick man himself.

That doesn't excuse his giving Sato a free reign.

I'm not excusing him. All I'm saying is I think we should wait for the trial.

And when that day comes, I intend to stand up and witness against him.

I've already told Clifford Jefferson that I'm prepared to.

And what's more, I hope that my evidence helps to hang him.

I'm sorry if I appeared antisocial.

At the end of a hard day, one just isn't in the mood for strangers.

I had to ask him in for a drink, Clifford. He'd given me a lift to

back. I don't know why you went over there.

I was bored, and I wanted to see the others.

Why don't you like Jake, anyway?

Who said I didn't?

Oh, I may not have seen you for a while, but I still know that frozen look. No,

it's the type I don't go for. What type?

Wide boys. That's a bit unfair.

He's obviously on the make, got a finger in every pie. He's been very kind to

us. Feathered his vest, no doubt, during the occupation.

Very convenient, being half Swiss.

Everybody said how invaluable he was to his embassy and to the staff at Raffles.

The barman told me he used to bring them war news taken from the BBC broadcasts.

I mean, he has a tremendous knowledge of languages, too. Of course he would,

with that pedigree, wouldn't he?

He was... Educated at Radley, Clifford. That doesn't make him English.

His mother was Indian, presumably.

What if she was?

Does it matter? No.

I was simply stating a fact.

Oh, come on. Let's not spoil our evening getting hit up over Jake Halter.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

By the way, I had a chat with a fellow in Rapwee today, and he thinks that we

might be able to wangle you an early passage home. Maybe next week.

What? I know, I know. It's the last thing that I want, too.

But I'm going to be up to my eyes over the next few months, and you'd be much

better off recuperating with your mother. Besides, you'll want to see Ben

soon as possible.

Yes, but... I'd rather not leave until the others have settled their plans.

I can't just ditch them, Clifford.

Several of them have problems to sort out. They don't need you.

That rappy woman is perfectly capable of looking after them.

She doesn't know them as I do. Darling, I don't think... Besides, I'm their

leader.

Not any more.

I feel responsible for them. That is very commendable, Marion, but I really

don't think... Wouldn't you feel responsible if they were your men?

It's hardly the same thing.

Oh, yes.

Yes, it is.

Where's he taking you?

He didn't say, but knowing Colonel Jackson, it'll be somewhere respectable.

Come on, batten club, possibly.

I wish someone would take me out.

Phyllis won't even let me look at a man.

She would if he was suitable.

Your father would not like you to go out with any tickle, Tom.

I've missed so much time.

Now, what shoes shall I wear?

My best shoes were ruined the other evening.

That will teach me to do somebody a good turn.

Miss Carmel.

You know what you told us about Dorothy and that Jap guard?

Well, some of the others are saying... What?

That he got her pregnant.

That matchwoman told them.

She said that Dr Mason had to get rid of it.

Is it not a suitable subject of conversation for a young girl, Alice?

It's true, then.

I don't wish to discuss the matter.

Don't worry.

What the devil's going on out there? A load of females yacking away like a

meeting of the Women's Institute.

Time they sent them all back home.

Beatrice not back yet.

What's this reception committee?

It's not you we want to see. It's her. You filthy traitor.

You plover. Now, just a minute. Come on, Dot. Take your notice. Oh, no.

Leave her, baby.

She passes this.

Stop it. Let me go.

She's not getting away with it. No.

You were there in Bernard's camp.

You weren't. What was his name?

Jack.

Boyfriend. It's none of your business.

Didn't you, wasn't it? If she wasn't, she was a loner.

They must be in trouble now. Bloody bitches, let me go. Not until we've

you a lesson.

Just do it. She can't do it.

Defend her, would you? She's no better.

You wouldn't give her a chance to defend herself.

There is no defence for what she did.